At twilight's sea on the far sky,
The blood-red writing You inscribed–
Its tracing won't fade away
From my mind at any time.
I have blended with Your color;
My lost self I have abandoned–
By Your love, through tear and smile,
You dispensed the joy of life.
Lord, a game keeps getting made with color;
On each side color-full is Your exhibition–
In that sportive flow, nectar with delight,
My Beloved, You came nigh.
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Slow or fast we move together in Your liila.
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